Quickly Now

If a friend insists TGIF, but the
near-beer, half-hearted/half-empty glass of your week
breaks in your hand so that you cut your finger with worry,
you mix a Bloody-Alice, because when life hands you blood oranges
you make Band-Aid, which
instead of raising a toast to wrap
the incredible bullshit you go on about,
Alice said “DRINK ME”, like in the story, and she
drank with you in the bar then drank with you back at your place
drank herself until squinting you looked like her wonderland, her velveteen rabbit, you want to ask her “are you my mother?” because its Go Dog Go, all now another story entirely
where you wake tomorrow with capillaries
that are toffee-sticky, a
headache gooey as cherry pie,
you didn’t listen to your friends
who warned you about the poison.



For Miz Quickly

14 thoughts on “Quickly Now

        1. Ah, OK. If you play Helter Skelter backeards from the Beatles White Album you hear Paul say “turn me on dead man, turn me on dear man”. Or as best as we could all make out before we had the internet to tell us these kind of things on YouTube.

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